I knew, of course, that it used to be busier. I was told, by taxu drivers, locals - the tourists used to come in droves, but that was before the bombs. 2002, 2005 - it was quieter now. But I wasn't looking for droves, I was looking for beauty. People just got in the way of that.

I ended up with monkeys! I was tired of the beach after a while and travelled to Ubud - looking this time for culture. I ended up at the sacred monkey forest (who the hell has a sacred monkey forest, I though - this I had to see...). The entrance was guarded, seemingly, by two giant stone statues - monkeys, of course. I wandered around for most of the day and there were statues all around. I stood in front of one for ages, just looking, until I was driven away by a chattering monkey - think I was on his patch or something. I didn't stay in one place for long after that.

Scott woke up sweating, coughing up one of his lungs. Barely conscious, he got up and was halfway across the room before it occurred to him. Wait... wasn't I in the hospital? Snapping into reality with a sneeze, he looked around and looked down at himself. Yes, he was definitely back in his bedroom, wearing his pajamas. If it wasn't for the horrendous cold he had, he might have convinced himself that the whole thing had been a dream.

Cheyenne had left a note for Veronica at the house, that was short and sweet. It read:
'Ronnie! Went to check on Glitch, talk to you soon!
kisses! ♥ cheyenne'

She didn't want to run out on the girl when she'd just got in, and she knew they needed to talk too, but she'd seen Ronnie, seen she was all whole, in one piece and everything, and she needed to go check Glitch out to be sure of the same. Which meant she had on her sunglasses again, she was all bundled up nice...with the big black umbrella. She looked like a very silly vampire. Or something. She didn't know. But she couldn't help it. She was also determined to try and get to the house without bailing, or trying to duck into the nearest car. Which...was proving difficult, really. And in fact, as she walked along, she needed to take a second to huddle in a empty house's porch, needing the little roof over her head, and she stood there shivering for a long moment, counting to ten, trying to tell herself it was fine, the big bad wide open world was just the same as it had always bloody well been, it wasn't any different, and couldn't hurt her.

That was just easier to say than accept in a state where one wanted to hyperventilate.

Everett,
I have discovered today that Dave, Lina, Kales and Emma have been removed. I thought you would like to know this, because it effects the situation with the town and everyone in it, along with the fact that I know you and Kales at least were friends. I am sorry for the loss, and in general. I hope to get together with you soon, so we can discuss ideas for the town in general, and structure for people to have. Structure is usually helpful in times of crisis. Not that it's ever worked properly before, however I wish to try anyhow.
Contact me any time, I hope you are well.
Kaori

Those. These things.
Seriously, I think if I get anymore "here, have some distractions from crazy assholery" in the next week I'm just going to go crazy. I have a bass and loud punk music. Bri has a kitten that I am totally going to take advantage of petting rights to.

I have a certain distraction back in my life (even if he needs more distracting than I do at the moment: seriously, if sex doesn't work I'm going to have to bludgeon him until the "fuck up" part of his brain shortcircuits).
I have a certain distraction whose girlfriend took the nice pills.

WHO IS THAT NICE? It's goddamn weird, that's what. "Oh, hey, your kid's dad has a ...thing with me. A thing where we fuck." "Cool!"

...I mean, the only thing I can think of is that this is some oblique way to make me feel weirdly guilty. (Mostly because it's...working.)

Again, hello to all. My first entry here was deliberately done when many of you were tending to a crisis, but my first day here wasn't a pleasant one on most levels. So I'd like to just say hello again. Hi.

I want to say first that I know this sort of message is even harder to receive than it is to write. I'm grateful for the fact that Jesse trusts you, I want you to know that. Please believe that this is in the sincerest of faith.

When I became aware of the situation in town, I knew that things weren't over. I thought I was prepared for that. But waking up today and realizing very quickly that Lina and Dave are gone, and recieving any pms to them, or Kales or Emma back as undelivered...I can't help but feel that I thought I was better prepared than I am. They were gone before, and right when I had them back in my life, they are gone again. I never even had time to sit down properly with Dave, I've been so busy trying to care for Svetlana. I'm even taking time out at the moment from her case notes to write this down.

She'd had the dream again. She couldn't help it, it came when it wanted to and always left her the same. Jessie was small again, no more than two or three, small enough that plenty of night she curled up in bed with Ronnie. Jesse was still there, though he'd never really left, but in the dream? They were engaged, things seemed great, and that made waking all the worse.

Leo was up early, half expecting Christmas tune again, grateful when there was nothing. The paints he'd been given yesterday were still there. He'd decided that today, was painting day - that was going to be this afternoon. But, first, he'd made a promise to a lady, so he got up, got dressed in a pair of jeans and a red poloneck t-shirt and headed downstairs, finishing off a breakfast bar on the way, the uneaten chocolate bar from yesterday still shoved into his back pocket, and knocked on her door.

Eris had gotten up early. Kind of stupidly early, because she had gone to bed really early. She was feeling better. Not one hundred percent, or anything, but she was moving faster, her head didn't pound constantly, and the little ache in it was actually something that was kind of normal for her. She got headaches a lot. Her fever seemed to have gone down some too. She'd even gotten dressed today. Real clothes and everything, though she stuck with warmer things, comfortable things. She was sitting on the third stair up from the bottom, looking down at the Brett-doll she'd retrieved again from the doll house. She kept thinking she was going to check it. See what was under the eye patch. See what kind of cut the missing limb had. All that kind of thing, but she hadn't yet. And, as she was sitting there, staring down at the doll in her hands, she was kicked out of her heavy thoughts by the watch on her wrist. With the little musical alarm that was going off. She couldn't place the song, but it sounded like a music box to her. The light on it started to flash as well. She didn't do anything, just stared down at it, watching the little smileyface icon on the lcd screen blink.

Brett had been up for a while as well. Given the last few days, sleeping in didn't really feel like an option any more, and he didn't want another day where everything was getting started before he'd had a chance to privately get himself ready for the day. So, he'd woken early this morning and kept himself very much to himself until he felt ready to face whatever it was they had to face today. He was, however, pleased to see that the chair they'd given him yesterday hadn't been taken away again. It was a damn sight better than anything he'd had in the past, and far and away above the piece of crap they'd given him for a couple of days. He rolled out into the hallway almost silently, enjoying the lack of squeak and the loss of rusty resistance. And, as such, he saw her before she saw him and he looked at her, noting the small signs that told him she was looking rather better today.

Weather: The bright, sunny weather continues. Mostly blue skies, with a smattering of clouds high up in the sky. There's a cold wind today though, so if you're going out, make sure you wrap up warm!

Events: Christmas is clearly over - all the decorations have gone and the houses are back to the way they were a couple of days ago. Just as with every other day this week, everything's reset - people will wake up back in their beds, no matter where they went to sleep; food has been restocked, everything's the same - except that the presents which arrived yesterday will still be wherever they were left the night before.

People are disappearing again though! Jason, Emma, Dave and Lina have been removed overnight with no explanation!

The households are as follows:
Leah, Scott, Saj and Will staying at 2 Oakdale Drive

It was late. Way late, actually. After midnight late. But Jesse was trudging along, the cold doing a whole lot to wake him up properly, and while he still had the lingering effects of the massive amount of alcohol he'd killed earlier, he was mostly sober. And he was looking for Ronnie. He'd gone on the computer, found out where she was, and was trying to follow the directions he'd written down for himself. He'd also found out that after he'd left after sending her his apologies, she'd written back to him.

So, apparently I've inherited a shitload of trashy romance novels. If anyone else is into that sort of thing, feel free to drop by and pick a couple up. I know I won't run out anytime soon! We're on Maple, right by the park.

Who: Glitch and anyone who might be back at the vicarage by now.
When: About 8:30PMish or so
Where: The Vicarage

Glitch had been a little shocked when she woke up in her new bed. Aside from the fact that it was night, which would mean that somehow she slept during the day, she'd been told she'd be driven into her new home, not just dumped there. Bolting from her bed, she immediately ran to the door to open it a little, then clicked on a light, chirping every now and then as she did.

Event: Just as night falls, Glitch awakes in his house, in bed. All his possessions, if any, are already put away. The keys to his property can be found on the kitchen table. He were told yesterday whilst at the facility that he would be being moved to the town, he had, however, been led to believe that he'd be being driven in, rather than going to sleep and waking up having been moved. Has hasn't any knowledge or information about why the town is abandoned, in fact he was led to believe that everything was normal.